Another Unfinished drabble
Prompt: Hands are Tied
'Damn Matsumoto and her drunken lazy ways' Toushirou thinks to himself as he startes at the stacks of paperwork cluttered on his desk.
'I promised to have it done, taichou' he mimics in a scarily acurate rendition of his vice captain.
"Last time I believe anything she promises." he speaks aloud to no one. Hoping that maybe talking would alleviate some of his frustration and magick some of the papers off his desk.
After staring at his desk for a few moments (still hoping telekinesis was an actual thing), with a sigh he goes around to sit at his desk. Unable to help himself he takes a look at his desk calendar. With another sigh, his opens the top drawer to get out the writing utensils simultaneously wishing one redhead to have the hangover from hell (with demons constantly hopping in her head) and trying to come up with a good excuse for the other one why he'd miss there anniversary.
NOTE: You know now that I posted this, I have to say that this is one of my most complete drabbles I've ever written.